November 17, 2015
Where's your guardian, Ray?
Ray, a young tyke of about say 10, is travelling from Toronto to Boston. At a transfer point, (this IS 1947 after all) Ray stops and talks to the pilot, admires the simplicity of the airport, and then leaves. The pilot then talks to us and states the airport is not as easy as it appears... They've got mechanics! Ticket Agents! Groundscrew! Pretty typical, but lovely to see 40s airports in action.